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 Each other's ruin thus pursue? We were undone when we left you— With a fa, la, la, la, la.

But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away; Whilst you, regardless of our woe, Sit careless at a play: Perhaps permit some happier man To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan— With a fa, la, la, la, la.

When any mournful tune you hear, That dies in every note As if it sigh'd with each man's care For being so remote, Think then how often love we've made To you, when all those tunes were play'd—   With a fa, la, la, la, la.

In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness: All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love— With a fa, la, la, la, la.

And now we've told you all our loves, And likewise all our fears, In hopes this declaration moves Some pity for our tears: Let's hear of no inconstancy— We have too much of that at sea— With a fa, la, la, la, la.